He struggled to his feet, moving his numb feet to make them come alive. You could feel that the wound was bleeding again, but there was no one to bandage him, and there was nothing to bandage. He stood up, staggered a few steps, and was headlong into a pit filled with rainwater, and quickly crawled out with a struggle, soaking wet. The boots had long since rotted, and the injured bare feet stepped on the thorny ground, and the dense branches seemed to consciously drill into the rotten, inflamed wounds on their bodies, and every step was accompanied by a piercing pain. He had to bite his clothes so as not to cry out, and the muscles of his face twitched: even the iron-clad hero could not endure such terrible torture, leaving a faint trail of blood in the sharp thorns at every step.

His body was extremely tired, his steps were sluggish, and he was too heavy to lift up, so he could only hold on to the tree and move forward little by little, staggering, stumbling and climbing. The wounds all over my body were scorchingly painful. The internal injuries were about to strike again: a continuous tearing pain between the chest and abdomen, a desperate thirst, and a chapped lip.

The world in front of me began to distort and deform, and consciousness blurred little by little...... He was horrified to find that he had slowly lost the ability to think, which was a precursor to the beginning of a collapse of his will. It was purely a knee-jerk reaction, he only knew one thing: "Run, run, run, try to hide in the dense woods, don't think about the direction, just want to avoid the voice and fire behind him!" His mind began to fall asleep, and his steps softened.

"No, I will never give up!" Shikawa Xiu bit his tongue violently, and under the stimulation of sharp pain, he sobered up a lot.

Hearing the fierce barking of the Cheka wolfhound behind him, he suddenly had an idea......

Chased to a clearing, the demon soldiers in front of him stopped. The Cheka dog that led the way spun around in circles, let out a "whine" wail at a loss, and looked at its owner pitifully.

"What's going on?" asked the captain, panting, catching up.

"Sir," the scout looked puzzled, "we seem to have lost it." Here, the Cheka can no longer find the scent of the target......"

"How is that possible?" the captain's eyes widened, "Didn't you say that the Cheka is the most agile wolfdog, and nothing can escape its pursuit?"

"Yes, sir, yes. The scout was embarrassed: "I'm sorry, sir. I don't know how.

We've never seen anything like this before, and they've never missed it. ”

The captain was about to get angry, when a long, miserable cry came from the queue behind: "Ahh Because he was not running fast, he was pulled at the back of the line. From behind came the frightened cries of the archers: "Here he is! He is hiding in a tree!

Everyone immediately turned around.

Shikawa smiled wryly, smiling bitterly at the bird that had ruined his plan.

In the face of danger, he had an idea just now: after running forward for nearly a hundred meters, he immediately followed the same path and returned to the same path, climbed a large tree with all his strength, and hid in the dense branches and leaves of the tree. He bet that the Cheka would follow his original tracks, and when a certain distance was over, the less intelligent wolfhounds would suddenly notice that the scent trail had suddenly disappeared, and they would lose his tracks.

Holding his breath and hiding in the dense foliage, he watched as a large group of wolf dogs and demon soldiers ran under the tree where he was hiding, saw the light of countless burning torches, and even saw the reddish-brown blood stains and the reflection of the blades on the tip of the spear held high by the demon soldiers. Following behind the barking wolfhound, the demon soldiers passed by quickly, not finding any traces of their sights.

After the group passed, Shikawa Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, stretching and relaxing his tired and almost unconscious feet. After several days of running away without stopping, my feet did not get any rest, and I was so tired that I became numb and unconscious. Only then did he notice something strange in his ears: at some point, a spotted pheasant dove came beside him, and it was desperately beating around him, tearing itself with its thick claws, and making a piercing scream: "Wow!"

Zi Chuanxiu realized that in a panic just now, he was lying on a bird's nest, thinking that this was the pheasant's nest. He hurriedly moved away, only to find that his chest was a blurry cháo wet: several eggs in the nest had been crushed, and the yolk and egg whites were blurry, dripping to the ground. The pheasant dove, which had lost its beloved son, hissed angrily, clawed at his face and arms, and flapped its wings with a loud noise.

The screaming suddenly stopped, attracting the attention of one of the outdated demon archers at the back of the group. He looked up at the dense trees, but he almost hit the dead pheasant dove that had fallen. He took a step back and crouched down to look at the dead pheasant dove on the ground, the sharp wound on his neck, which was clearly man-made.

The demon soldier stood up suddenly, and was about to shout, when suddenly, a terrifying sword light suddenly fell from the sky.

"Ahh

That knife overdrew the last potential in his body, and Zichuan Xiu couldn't even stand still, and suddenly fell to the ground softly, unable to get up again. He smiled wryly, it seemed that Providence had really let him die here. The sound of the demons' hurried footsteps and shouts came from all directions, he lay on the ground and closed his eyes simply, he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyelids, and the overwhelming darkness was like an endless black curtain, slowly but irresistibly, devouring him......

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